golfball

I was driving in the car with my father and we passed the aronamink golf club which has really good golfing. I watched as the pros swung and the ball flew through the air. I hope that people see how it would feel to be a golf ball.

He waits for his day to come When he gets picked He gets cleaned and shined Now he's sitting on his stool For which he rests on so little His white coat shining in the sun He soon will take flight For one day he will hope to be An eagle or maybe a birdie But for now he lays on his back In the ground below He tries again but just can not get In to the sky above Now he hurts on many sides Thanks to that stupid metal club

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